#oc: psychi

[kit-williams]

Can I get some cream pie action with Tulio?

This is at the start of my inbox...

I guess happy Mating Press March

Male Lead: Tulio Female Lead: Psychi Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/Yandere Space Marines Canon Status: I dunno probably not its why I gave it the ending that I did I let the spirit of the fic take me TW: Smut, Yandere behavior, Tulio behavior, dubcon?, cream pie Tag List: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

Note: Yeah keeping the canon status format thing from Fluffuary it's helpful for these sorts of asks.

The spice wine rushed over their tongues as it flowed freely and by the throne he wished he could allow such things to get him somewhat intoxicated but he would not stoop so low as to drinking mjod. He looked over to Psychi who wasn't used to such fine wines as her cheeks were flushed and given how her tunic was he could see how the tops of her breasts were flushed as well.

He forces himself to think about fighting tyrannids instead of the thoughts of how soft those would feel against his face... or how his tongue would run against her nipple... how he would suckle hard like a hungry babe. He grits his teeth as he forgets about the foul xeno he was suppose to be thinking about and thinks about the woman drinking and eating with him naked.

"Tulio?" She slurs softly as his eyes look to her and notice how her eyes are looking down... he follows her gaze and his face flushes as his own tunic is doing a terrible job to hide his desire.

"P-Psychoula I can explain." He felt like he was going through puberty again.

"No need Tulio." She says putting down her goblet as she crawls into his lounge chair and the wine must have made his darling bold as her hand starts to pet the cloth covered cock.

It twitches under her ministrations... of course it would for her hands. Tulio can't help but moan like some sort of virgin with the way her hand touches him. "Psychoula!" He bites his cheek to stop cumming right there.

His cry out causes her to flinch her hand away but she still felt emboldened as she leans forward with tears in her eyes, "Tulio please I have to repay you somehow!" He goes to stop her but she undoes the ties for her tunic letting it fall to her hips bearing her breasts to him and she crawls between his legs nuzzling his clothed cock. "Please... let me repay you." She hiccups softly.

He shouldn't he really shouldn't... it isn't proper.... so why was he undoing his tunic?! Why did he order her to undo her hair... of course it was to thread his fingers through her hair griping a handful as he watches her run her tongue against his cock. He shutters as he watches her lick a pearl of precum from the tip of his cock watching the way the white pearl of cum smears upon the pink of her tongue. How her eyes are half lidded as she lavishes her affections upon his flesh... running her hands up and down the shaft that isn't receiving her direct attention.

Tulio grits his teeth as he resists bucking up... as lurid as his desires and dreams may get he knows she has limits and he can't hurt her... but the way she tries to take as much as she can in her mouth... he hears her gag softly and the sensation of her saliva running down his cock is too much. He gently pulls on her hair, "Off now." He orders and she pulls off with a pop as she pants softly. She rubs her face and the flesh of her breasts against him.

He should stop. He should stop.... why isn't he stopping?! The voice inside his head whimpers as he grabs her chin and pulls her into a deep kiss tasting himself mingling with the spiced wine as he is doing everything wrong as he doesn't spend the time to prep her he just rubs his cock head against her cunt and then feels how she pushes herself down onto him... slowly pushing down each inch after inch... his hand against her cheek as he watches her get that blissed fucked out look.

"Please Tulio... please..." She begs softly and he bucks his hips up as his reply. He grunts and huffs and snarls as he has to restrain himself from burying hard and fast... he wants her and she's there on him pleading for him to fuck her and he wants to do so much! So MUCH! To her but he has a limited amount of time... unless he just keeps going until his body gives out. He pants at the horrid thought as they seem to spiral out of him as she... should be awake for these moments... but she didn't need to be awake is what the voice in his head says.

He came inside of her at those thoughts and lurid desires. He flipped her over less then gently as he looked down at her spread cunt still wrapped around his cock as his cum overflowed the sides and he pulled her legs to his chest as he thrusted down listening to her cries of pleasure and mercy as he knew she was overstimulated but just a little more! He bucked down hard, grunting like an animal, as he chanted her name and she mewled his own name so pathetically and at his mercy. He moans as he felt her walls strangle his cock and he flooded her fertile valley with his seed looking down at the way her walls were so spread as cum stained her thighs and oozed down her ass, making its way over her puckered bud. Tears left their mark on her face as she was sprawled over his lounge chair just looking up at him whimpering.

But he wanted more? Why? Why was she looking at him like that?

"Tulio?" She whimpered before flinching-

He snapped awake feeling his hearts racing and his thighs moist and his own release filling his nose. He rubs a hand over his eyes groaning before he realizes something is on his arm... and that something is a someone... a Psychi just snuggling against his arm... the chill of the night not an issue with how she was wrapped around his arm like a hot water bottle keeping her warm. He groans feeling like an awful creature... it was not often that she slept over and whenever she did... he had such intense sexual dreams which made him feel like a monster just barely hanging on...

But he wasn't one... he reassures himself as he tucks her into bed... and he watches her for awhile... before he takes a small piece of her clothing to release the rest of such pent up feelings.

[uspa-chan]

[jellyloveru]

ough. little known book series. ough

[redheadcadavar]

man i love shipping with my OC that is also me, its great! *1 point psychic damage* *1 point psychic damage* *1 point psychic damage* *1 point psychic damage* *1 point psychic damage* *1 point psychic damage* *1 point psychic damage* *1 point psychic damage* *1 point psychic damage* *1 point psychic damage* *1 point psychic damage* *1 point psychi-

[trashlama]

YANDERE MALE(OC) X READER!

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IDK why but, I suddenly began typing this instead of sleeping. I did my best to proof read it however I have a terrible disease called laziness. It's very contagious.

Anyways—

I hope you guys like this I tried quite a bit.

WARNINGS!!!

Talks of Sanity, actual real life practices for mental illness that today's standards would be considered barbaric. And arranged marriage.

Oh and body mutilation!

Have fun~!

Also later on I'll probably add a picture of Felix after I draw him.

Let me know if you guys want more!

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You weren't sure how much longer you could last.

You feared the next treatment will be you're last; physically and mentally.

You've seen how the doctor's approval meant total lost of psychie or even worse—

Removal of the parts that made, you, you.

This place was hell on Earth and everyday you grew more mad with burdensome thoughts of how you landed in this ceases pool of ungodly despair.

You weren't off your rocker, and never have ever hurt anything aside from arrogance's pride. You were just a normal gal just trying to be wed off to benefit your family and their financial position.

And now you were here.....

You don't know it ended up like this. Your once beautiful (h/c) cut to ribbons. The roots struggling to meet with demands of the patrons that came through to purchase supplies.

Your soul felt hollow and your body mirrored it such. From the glimces you've gotten of yourself in pools of God knows what, amongst the sanitarium floors you looked like a skeleton of yourself. Literally.

In the beginning when you were just a normal free woman. Finding her suitor that her family proved. A match to procreate with. To spawn the suture generation of their lineage.

However when you were finally about to be paired off.... your wedding day they came for you. The "caretakers" came and pinned you down spewing claims of help and support. That you'll see better days.

Though as soon as they threw you in the back of their looney wagon. It was a whole other tale.

Your gown was torn by the real madmen in back trying to assault you. Tears of fear had flooded your gaze as you defended your dignity so much you could. Having not noticed when the prying hands that had roamed for scaride parts you had hoped only your husband would ever touch. Had been torn away with a almost inaudible growl.

Gazing up at the fleeting hands and whimpers that followed. You found the two men who had taken you were restraining them in braced jackets, chains, and cranium cages. Your brain was short circuiting from the event.

Next to the duo of specialists was a brunette male with grinning lavender eyes and white lab coat that clearly displayed he was amongst the medical community. Your thoughts wouldn't have registered him hadn't been for the way he clawed you out of the back of the wagon. Your (e/c) orbs dilating in unregisterable fear.

Once in his arms his grasps you in an embrace you would never thought would occur when exiting the wagon.

" Your finally here..." Is what he whispered in delight.

Arms embracing you like restrictor snakes. Coiling around your smaller frame with ease and pleasure. Arms although slender held great underling promise power. Same with the rest of his slender frame that was hidden underneath a button up light lavender dress-shirt, a darker lavender vest and pair of dark kaki brown. Large feet concealed in their wing tipped armor.

As he tugged you into his surprisingly sturdy chest you arrived with a small oof at his intended destination for you. Not that the other duo cared very much that went on between you and who would later learn to be Dr. Felix Fitzgerald.

Hands that rivaled his feet in size clenched your upper fore arms and informed you that you were safe and now under his care for now on.

That was what you almost believed for the first of the three years; according to your tally marks.

And in those three years? You fell deeper into actual insanity.

Despair clung to your heavy heart every time they hooked you up to a different device they were convinced would cure you. The electro shock shock burned and rattled your teeth despite the gag. Every time they did that you were convinced you had been a step away from being a roasted goose. The opposite could be said for the temperature baths. The fluctuating degrees in between the ice tub and the heated jets of boiling bath. If you showed your reaction to the process(like you had a choice). They would repeat it again, and again until you either passed out or passed on.

Not that they would ever admit to the latter being their responsibility. They would simply claim that the subject had a "Poor reaction to the new age cure". It was despicable. And it wasn't even the worst.

The worst kept you up at twilight hours. Cages and violations scare your nighttime escapes. You could speak of them cause you feared they would drag you down to real depravity. Real insanity. And you weren't sure if you could crawl out again.

It was hard enough the first time.

Your brain keeps trying to fool your heart into believing that you will escape this. You will find a way out. Prove your sanity.

Though no one would listen.

No one.

Not the doctors, nurses, psychologists, visitors. Not even your own family.

You don't know why this is happening.

Even they believe your fucking crazy. They look at you with remorse while keeping a distance.

Your own fiance won't even visit you.

You're pretty sure he's moved on. You haven't even recived a single letter. From anyone.

For the first three months you cried.

You bawled for the following five.

And almost lost your mind when they placed you in solitary for the next 210 days.

Through the whole ordeal only one sole face had a constant appearance. Flex Fitzgerald. Dr. Fitzgerald. The man with lavender eyes that acted like an abyss to keep you drowning in so you may never flee their swirling pools.

A relatively young man, possibly twenty-eight. Flex had the patience of someone twice his age. The way he had held out until the very end.

You had tried too many times to escape. Offered terrible things to be able to return to your old life. You just wanted the normalcy back. Your freedom. Your future. Back. It was a request that was ignored by whatever controlled the fates of man.

Your time at the sanitarium had taken its tole after some time.

You were weak. Beaten down by the misery that was this certified mad house for quaks.

You had been there way too long. You at that point had been ready for any escape if it meant not leaving as a zombie, vegetable or in a casket. And he fucking knew it.

He had planned this all along.

What a deceiving weasel.

He had loved you for ever. Certainly more than mister suitor that your father had paired you off with . He was meant to be yours and in turn you were meant to be his. Felix wasn't having it any other way. He would allow it.

His family was a prominent member in both the cities and medical community; so getting you "diagnosed" was fairly simple. He just had to play his cards right and then you would be his.

He knew what your father had in mind when he paired you off to the Johnsons'. He wanted gain in return for his daughter warming their eldest son's bed. And worst of all... you. didn't. care.

You wanted to be a "benefit" to your family. And you didn't care you were being sold off to better everyone but yourself. Felix knew that man would ruin you. Perfect, ignorant, defenseless you. And the teddy bear brown brunette would not have it. He wouldn't. He rather had killed you and himself before that.

However he had a better idea.

Using his father's ties in the community with the name he bore with his birth. His heritage came to fruit when he was able to blackmail the sanitarium's president to send out a padded wagon for you.

Who knew a couple of dates and allowing himself to be touched by that old fart could actually get him what he wanted.

It did help when he had evidence in the form of erotic letters and drawings from the man. All signed with the presiden's name and family crest.

If it looked bad for him, Felix could simply say that the president took advantage of his position and forced Felix into that position.

Oh how easy it was.

And he would blackmail all the perverse creeps of the world if it meant he could have you for a solid moment to just himself and no one else. No promised unworthy suitors. No ridiculousness famila emotional ties. Dreams for futures away from him and the city you both dwell in.

Felix has always been there. Even if you never realized it. You were his since his broken gaze meet yours filled with so much hope for better days even though you both were in similar demanding positions. The second son trying to get his father's recognition, and you the little girl who hopelessly followed where ever your father dragged you down. Even if it meant to be sold to someone of such deplorable standards, regardless of their higher class.

That's why he had too. He had to show you. You needed him and only He be would remain when everyone else left. After the fourth year your family stopped visiting all together. Not even a letter to check on your welfare. Your fiance had been long time ago you assumed. Consider the papers showed him with a new woman and a child at her hip. Headlines in bold text honoring the birth of the senator's new son.

You don't know when but you guess at some point you gave up. Gaze glazed over with hopeless despair for your lost potential, lost opportunity, lost chance at a world you'll never be familiar with. That's when he came.

You weren't sure if it was night or day. They had you under a strict isolation to keep you safe. What a joke.

The padded room had no windows and barely enough light to keep you from thinking your eyes stopped working. Nothing seemed real so when he walked in you just thought you were hallucinating again from the lack of— well everything.

Sleep hasn't come to you for some time. The same followed with hunger and thirst. Bodily functions you don't believe even function anymore with how much you've let yourself go.

You don't even remember the last time you had a period. All this stress really wasn't good for you.

Arms like bandadages came to wrap around your skeleton like form. Warmth of physical affection coming to heal those wounds that dug deeper than any treatment. The tiny remains of the person who inhabited your body still existed but, the woman that was you has secluded yourself to the depth of your brain so you wouldn't drown. Drown in the madding loss and misery. Sadness trying to swallow you like a tuna fish in the ocean. (If people who are old enough get that reference.)

"I didn't want it to be this way but, your father..... he wouldn't let me have you." Felix began, lavender orbs darker than cosmos in the faint light. "I had been asking forever. But, he refused to accept." Felix obviously looked irritated as he recalled his memory, recanting the tall of the endless rejections by your father. "I didn't understand why he said no. I have the status, the wealth, the name. But still he refused to let me make you mine." His arms toughened around your skinny form. Bones ache at the pressure he delivered from his desperate embrace. " I'm sorry it had to be this way. I needed to make sure you understood".

Wait what?

"No one else would stay for you. Not in your darkest hour. Not your fiance, not the community,... ." His breath ghosted by your ear. The warmth revealing this is indeed reality. ".... Not even your father wanted you when you were with nothing to him anymore." He sighed, his tone said remorse, pity for you. Though you know he really didn't care. Not as long as he got his way.

A prick in your throat made you suddenly feel woozy. The world spun more fucked up than it had been the last almost five years.

You just wanted to sleep. And ironically that's what Felix wanted you to do too.

So when your (e/c) fluttered shut. His pearly grin grew wide only disguising itself as he treaded down the barely-serialized hall ways of the sanitarium. The asylum never attempting to locate the lost patient from room B23. But, unless they wanted to lose funding it was in their best interest to forget about the problem all together.

While'st Felix got his wish.

Waking up you found yourself laying in a soft padded bed in a normal bedroom in a normal looking house with normal looking furniture. However when you made to move to walk out of bed instead of being able to search beyond your current horizons; your found yourself gravitating towards the floor. Sprawled out like ragdoll you were unable to stand up. Your feet. Your feet didn't want to work.

Nausea overwhelmed you as your heart rate raced. Looking towards the heel of your (skin tone) foot there you discovered a wound you would never heal from.

A horrible cry erupted from your throat at you struggled to regain your once strong stance. Your feet— your feet— they weren't working!?!?

Your panic caused Felix to burst in from somewhere within the house. His long brown hair whiping around with his speed. Glasses almost flying off his face too in the process.

"(y/n) are you ok—"

"WHAT DID YOU DO TOO ME!?!?"

Sobs flooded your throat with uncontrolled gasps of air that displayed your Brian trying to regain its stability.

Your feet had gashes in the heel that resembled a cleaver by the cuts. Not even needing a physician's observation to tell you that you'd never be able to use them again. The tendons had to be severed,there was no way they weren't. Bone far too damaged for weight to be pressed in it.

"Ohh (Y/n) I'm sorry it had to be this way... ." Felix cooed. Though clearly pleased. "I just couldn't risk you falling into the wrong hands again." The doctor reasoned embracing you against your will as he attempted to comfort you. Hands rubbing your back in a protective manor. "I love you.. (Y/n), I hope you can forgive me one day..." He trails off with his apology. You can obviously tell the snowflake doesn't actually mean it. Tears dreanched your checks with agony. Out one prison into another you sob to yourself. Your new husband clearly not making any attempts to ease your pain but, rather more like force your dependence on him. He wants you to rely on no one but him. Only him.

Only Felix loves you.

And he'll make sure to continue to never have competition.

For only he can love you.

And he'll make sure it stays that way.

[one0p1nk]

{Based on The River Styx from Hercules.}

Unique Magic: Psychi… {Makes people become pale and frail, or even making them age quicker per minute if the body of the target is too fragile - can be turned back to normal when Mori allows it}

Secondary Ability: She has a lot of untold abilities, but she can hack into systems like Cath but can also commit actions in the worst ways as possible-

2nd Year (most likely to skip a grade or graduate before she even starts senior year-)

Personality/Traits: cold, rude, unapproachable, stoic, soft around people who REALLY can get along with her-

Disorder: Nearly a sociopath/autism

Occupations: Stream gamer, DJ, Mucisian, assassin and head of the gun supplier unit in Hana’s world, former terrorist

Club: Psychology Club {The original option was Game Board Club but she rather would stick with Hana instead of being alone in a club filled with ‘weird’ introverts only-)

Eye description: Dark blue but with a cyan gleam, like the River Styx.

Hair description: Her blue hair can change color depending which world she's in, it can also shrink or grow longer.

Launcher: Along with a collection of guns with the Dyanthus clan technology- Mori secretly makes bigger weapons like her launcher (not to go against the school of course- she wanted to have “self-defense” (aka overblot occasions, probably expecting ahead that her dorm will get attacked too bc that’s NRC to you-)

Trap: AI Companion, a floaty ball of shiny blue. Looks friendly and talks charmingly, opposite personality of Mori.

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-ENG Voice: N/A

-JP Voice: N/A

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Relationships:

-Idia (Huh?) “Remind me who is he again…”

-Riddle, Chiaki{Yami’s OC} (sus) “You better not do anything with Anya(Hana)… or else.”

-Ortho(okay) “Kid, let them know that I don’t want to be disturbed-“

-sister figures(Kitty, Hana, Bell, Cath, Ivory, Cherri)

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Other Art Stuff:

Event Outfits: Fairy Gala, Ghost Marriage, Halloween, Letterman, Birthday Suit

Other Outfits: Pajamas,

Art Dumps(from old blog)

[millin21]

I’m about to research something I know I will VERY MUCH regret.

[starlitdeus]

Well besides the tumblr update, I got part of Psychi’s bio up. Her history, abiltiies, and personality need to be worked on and I need to figure out her birthday and zodiac but hey she’s now officially on my muse list for ocs.

[waywcrdmemes]

I like how the mun clearly loves their ocs and also how they are a very chill person

What’s a so special about my blog?

( Heh, thanks, nonnie! However, there are sooooooo many others I feel this can apply to as well– )

@daemonknight @fragmentedsilhouette @soulwitch @timestrandedodst @verfolgxr @glassheartcd @cxniunctum @twinfoxtails @omnecosmos @reticexce @rosirae @rosemillennials @softestmood @porcelainghosts @moonlitsorceress @yuutaiga @phantxmthief @electrograin @alicehart @mixedfcclings @betterhealing @bcbybats @unhingedsea @unsustainableimagination @cowardlycourier @cothurnal @of-diffxrent-wxrlds @panta-rhei-psychi @violentmusebox @quantum-magician-michiko @illusionoftransience @unladylikc @bearxclaws @bewitchinglore @witchrt @thespacecontractor @rianaithe @fckebiitch @ajisaiko @embersiisms @sageofmanyworlds @ingrid-matoi @digitalfcte @univentorem @fxtelism @echointheforest @sakuraari @xanican-exile and I’m sure there are many more I’ve missed, but these are peeps I’ve seen on the dash quite a bit who also love their OCs a lot, and are pretty chill themselves! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

[imaginariaarbor]

@fxtelism​ questioned:

*drops my url*

Do I Follow Them?: YES Why Did I Follow Them?: Because they have many interesting OCs and I wanted to interact with them Do We Role Play?: Hell yes Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Always An AU Idea For Our Muses: Not too good on AUs but we could probably plot something! A Song For Our Muses: The Name Of The Sin for Psychi and Zio Do I Ship Our Muses?: ....possibly- What I Think About The Mun: Bean! Good bean! Always a joy when I get off my ass to bust down their door or they sneak in and jumpscare me like a five nights at freddys animatronic— I mean what. Overall Opinion: You have a really cool cast of muses, and I enjoy seeing them and reading their responses regardless if they are mine or not. Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

[lhavibid]

I have had a bnha oc for a while now and realized that i gave her horns

Homestuck concepts live deep in my psychi apparently

[kit-williams]

Chaos Tulio: Superbeast

This is a Loyalty swap for Tulio. Not based off of any fan heresies a lot more work goes into those and I'm not willing to build from the ground up an alternate Horus Heresy. However all of the boys (Except Tyberos and other actual 40k characters) will be getting a Loyalty swap. There will also be a "Falling to Chaos" version for the Loyalists and (tentatively) a "Rising to Redemption" for the Traitors.

Also Psychi in this story has descriptions due to the more... graphic nature of this one to lessen any ick someone might feel about a reader insert

Word count: 3542

Tag List @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts

@liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon @sculptorofcrimson

Thank you to @squishyowl for the dividers

tw: sex ahoy, dubious consent, will also tag as noncon as well, yandere, Tulio is his own warning

Readers Discretion is Advised

The traitor realm of Ultramar was the largest holding of traitors outside of the eye of terror. Controlled by the fallen Primarch Robute Guilliman; it fell overnight following the charismatic leader that was the primarch of the 13th legion. The realm was a beautiful hell... a hell where they knew exactly how much worth you had in you the moment you were brought into their clutches. For a thing of Chaos... even the Chaos was calculated and planned for... for the Primarch hated surprises.

Tyranids were a surprise that the Lord of Ultramar despised and thus he dedicated several thousand of his sons to dealing with it and the profane rituals to insure that they could protect the realm of Ultramar. Profane rituals blessed these sons of Ultramar as to defeat their seemingly endless xenos foe... they chose to become like their foes. To become the beasts.

Lieutenant Tulio Sydo had secured a large victory for his Primarch, at the cost of thousands of his men, a few warp drives, and his fellow Lieutenant... the Hive Fleet barreling towards Macragge was no more... the splinters of the hive fleet would be hunted down but for now he was told to recuperate... to relax... to partake in revelry... as his worship of the four was far too lopsided according to the chaplain... the youngest deserved his worship.

The room smelt of sweat and sex as concubines bodies moved against mutated flesh. The four armed and eight eyed Lieutenant was watching the depravity... they couldn't be too rough given theses were the modified concubines... surely someone's seed would take. His lounged as his digigrade legs were spread open, his cheek rested on one of his hands, another held a goblet of wine, a third resting near a weapon, and his fourth hand laced through the blonde hair of his once favorite concubine as she took his cock in her mouth. He was fused to his armor in certain locations... his thighs, the tops of his hands and arms, and from the nose up was now twisted with a large singular horn coming from his forehead.

He could smell her... his black tongue lazily swiped over his needle like teeth. His eyes closer to the back of his head could watch her... his Psychoula. Comparing her to the concubines they looked far prettier... healthier... with a glow to their skin. His eyes darted to the symbol of the Prince on his former favorite's tongue just working her best to please him. Psychi feared him... he could see it in the way tears gathered in the corners of her eyes... those plain brown things. How thin her dirty brown hair was but oh what a rich chocolate brown it could be when cleaned. He had the pleasure of seeing her look good once... once again when his favorite was failing to make him feel alive.

Slaanesh wasn't his favorite of the four... Khorne was his main patron and it was hard to drag him back to the center of worship that being so high up in his father's good graces required. So Tulio had to... excessively indulge in Slaanesh to balance out his souls humors. Yet this... neglected looking thing drove him to feel such licentiousness desires. His eyes, the ones that could see her, focused on her as he churned his hips. Hand gripping the hair tighter as he closed those still green eyes of his just picturing those sad looking brown ones looking up at him.

He grew to dislike his erstwhile concubine when she had caught sight of her, of course ignorant of his interest in the feeble little thing, and simply upturned her nose to the poor little thing. But, her mouth was a good replacement until he could get those pale lips to wrap around his own cock one day soon. Oh yes orgy first then rewards for his men as they had all chosen their desired pitiful creature to have as theirs and theirs alone and he could tell they all were watching, or trying to not watch, nervously. He sees her tense as he catches her eyes dart over and notice how he looks at her and what is going on between his legs. Tulio can't help but grin as he lets out a groan letting the whore between his legs drink it up.

"Brother Cyrus." Tulio started as he was being cleaned off. His second also appeared to be boredly watching the festivities but really Tulio knew his eyes were focused on some one armed black haired waif. Such a tiny looking frail thing... Tulio might have been tempted to lust over such a cute looking thing but his Psychi caught his eyes first.

"Yes Lieutenant?" He replied with a bored sigh.

"You want a go at this?" He gestures to the concubine in his lap who looks at him confused. Cyrus looked over clearly uninterested before Tulio purred out, "Might make sure you don't... break your little waif... if you get some of that eager passion out. Whole point of this orgy really... don't need any of my closest men sobbing about breaking their new toy."

They ignored the concubine trying to get an answer to beg for her master's affection and Tulio could have ignored her but he looked down at her boredly, "You were always on loan to me my dear. I just tend to get possessive of my things." He says grabbing her chin and pushing her lips together, "However, I'm about to get a tight new toy..." He says before brother Cyrus grabs her and drags her into a side room.

The wine ran down his throat so smoothly cleaning away the acidic feeling from gorging himself earlier. He looked at the empty goblet holding it to the side and just gently rolling his hand as he watched his timid little Psychoula come over to fill the glass. Her cheeks flushed from the debased acts and the pleasured moans... perhaps glances from the women to entice them to join in and enjoy.

"What do think about this my dear?" He trilled to her watching confusion crawl across her pretty face slowly like a body divided below the waist... refusing to die and dragging it out like intestines across the ground.

He watched her mouth open slightly a few time as her eyes darted around trying hard to look away but knowing that she had to maintain eye contact with him. "I... I... its... it's not exactly... my first choice?" She tried her best not to stutter and if it was anyone else he would be offended at the lack of respect given to him. Tulio knows he'll teach her better manners she's just not use to his divinely gifted aura yet. Few mortals could manage to not be intimidated or struck with fear the first few times meeting him.

"Oh?" He cooed to her moving to him now lounging on his side giving her his attention. The saliva clinging to his cock has dried off and he was eager to replace it with something else. One of his hands began a languid stroke, "What brings you such hesitations Psychoula?" Tulio did his best not to have a predatory grin as he could see the other rewards looking at her with pity and fear as they tried to ignore the mewling and moaning throng in the center of the room.

His eyes dilated for a moment watching her pink little tongue wet her dried and chapped lips. His eyes wandered down to the front of her stolla where the fabric revealed the tattooed symbol of the Ultramarine's on her collarbone like all slaves. "It... it looks rather violent." She just says uncomfortably, he could tell she wanted to beg to be dismissed but she was trapped.

"Oh it is. But," He pauses taking a drink, "they are modified to handle such carnal appetites. Only the prettiest things can become like them..." Tulio leans in watching her start to shake but like a good girl she doesn't move, "I think you're pretty enough to become one." He whispers into her ear pulling back to watch her stiffen with fear. Those tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she whimpers just biting on her bottom lip resisting the urge to beg for mercy.

Tulio stops playing with himself and sets his goblet down as his clawed hands grab her feeling the barest of resistance as he pulls her into his lap. This lower set of arms pulls on the low quality fabric apart causing her to start crying as everything below her waist was now revealed... he could feel how boney she was. One upper hand retrieved his gobelt... the other upper hand worked on throwing the last bits of her ruined stolla away... one lower arm was groping her ass, his cock twitching with excitement, as his other worked her breasts.

"You're so small zoi mou." He stated as her breasts were small from lack of food... lack of nutrition... oh they wouldn't do. Two of his hands rushed down and grabbed her ass with a smack causing her to yelp as he felt up the slightly boney thing, his cock leaking again with excitement at her being in his grasp and his hands felt up her body. "This won't do at all." He said tutting softly as he grabbed her chin. He loved to watch her cry... it stirred something noble feeling in his chest. She was a soft and frail thing that needed someone to protect her and he was going to be that one to do so.

"You'll fatten up soon enough and have breasts as enviable as any of the other concubines getting ravaged here." He made her look at one of the women face down on the floor with a pleasured look on her face as cum oozed down her thighs while one of the battle brothers was roughly rutting with her. She was too speechless only making whines of pleasure... he could smell the shameful arousal from Psychi... "Fat breasts for me to grope and hold," he whispers in her ear, "fattened hips for me to grab and feel my balls clap against." He turned to have her look at him, "You want to be in that position, dont you?"

He watched her shake her head and just chuckled, "I can smell you." He poked her nose like some amused child and not a being of twisted transhuman dread and the simple dread of the profane gifts he has gotten. He pushes her against his cock and she jerks in his grip.

"Please you're too big my lord please! Mercy!" She finally sobs and Tulio shivers, one of his hands gathering up his cum on some fingers.

"Hmm you're right... how about we change that." He leans her back slightly pouring the far too rich wine into her mouth. She lets out a sputtering noise as his cum covered finger pushed into her. She pushed the goblet away and coughed as the red wine stained her skin and wetting her hair as Tulio worked his finger in and out of her at a fast beat smearing just a light coating of his thick cum into her unprepared sex.

She felt her body relax and react to the way his finger moved in and out of her quickly and filled her with a thickness akin to a cock. Tulio's barbed tail twisted and coiled around itself in its own way to express its master's twisted glee. "Yes," he dulcetly crooned, "be a good girl and relax for me." A clawed hand moved over her stomach... claws gently tapping against those visible lower ribs of hers. Tulio loved the way she cried... the pitiful expression she wore just stroked something in him. Tulio felt that same sentimental twinge itch in the back of his mind... was this what loyalists felt over their charges?

He drags out a gasping moan as his index joins his middle finger. He pulls her dirty hair free of the frazzled braid and watches it spool out over the lounging chair. His eyes all focus on her... drinking in the full picture of her pleasure... his hands dance over her body. He held a memory covetously close to his wicked hearts... having seen her smile. Having seen her express a pure spark of joy even in hell. Her smile made such a frail looking creature like herself look radiant and glowing.

She whimpered under his ministrations as she writhed on the large lounging chair unable to stop squirming. Her eyes screwed shut as she was torturously close... Tulio leaned in as his long thin black tongue glided out of his mouth like some predatory beast and it moved into her... finding her clitoris... she squealed as she orgasamed and she tasted like he was expecting... unhealthily... but he wasn't a fully selfish lover... she'd taste like dark chocolate to him one day... that delightful bitter and salty combination mixed with an essence uniquely her's.

He knows she should have asked if there was anything else he needed... but his answer would have been a yes. His hooves touched the stone floor as he grabbed her by her upper arm and dragged her to another room, her legs seemingly failing her. She caught those pitying looks from the others but they would soon have to worry once the concubines were sent away with cum filled cunts. The sexual frenzy of his brothers would end soon... but he was going to indulge in his reward first.

Pressing her hands against the wall in the second room he rocks his cock against her back as he takes his time letting his eyes meander and wander over her body... again far too thin for his liking... he'd find out what fruits and sweets she'd like and help her indulge... oh he certainly was feeling the high that others got from the Prince of Pleasure. She was surly placed in his path by him to keep Tulio from giving it all to Khorne... just as the Weaver of Fate kept his mind sharp... and the loving Grandfather kept him hearty and hale... he would return to balance with his now continued indulgence of his dear Psychoula.

He tossed the empty metal goblet away as all of his hands moved over her body, two hands grabbing and squeezing her breasts on the edge of being too much for her body he could feel her try to flinch away but she was very much well trained... hardly flinching away at all. "I'll enjoy breaking you in... have you begging for my cock again."

She whimpered choosing to remain silent... Tulio clicked his tongue feeling a bit ignored. The way her eyes widened in horror as his palm talon shot out and punched a hole into the metal wall. How her body trembled against his as Tulio leaned in whispering, "I expect you to answer when I tell you something zoi mou. I'm being oh so very nice," He hissed into the shell of her ear, his hands on her breasts shifting to let his nails dig into her oh so frail flesh... "I could rip your flesh right off your body." That got a sob out of her, "Answer honestly my dear..."

He savored with sick delight as her mouth opened and closed as tears were flowing down her cheeks like rain. "Please just don't make it painful." She managed to squeak out of her without sobbing.

"Awww, zoi mou, is that what you're worried about?" He said grabbing her chin and having her look up at him. Of course, she'd be pain adverse for their first time together... perhaps they would work up to that... or not... Tulio just wanted her to be begging for his cock. To see her smile at him with a coy lustful grin in his bed as she wiggled her ass and bare sex to him just wanting to fill her. "I will do my best to make this a moment you want again." He kissed her temple.

She could feel the pointed head of his cock force its way between her prepared folds... it started out thin but got thicker towards the base. She pressed her forehead against the wall, forced to the tips of her toes as Tulio sunk inch after inch into her. Tulio on the other was clenching his jaw trying his best to not just break her and rip her apart for his first time with her. He had to be gentle...

His eyes snapped open, he didn't realize he closed them all, he licked the inside of his mouth as he adjusted his hips and began the slow thrust in and out of her divine sex. It's how he didn't burn himself out... he savored each time he had sex keeping them far enough apart that it made it feel so wonderful and new... he probably would be indulging so much more often if this is what was waiting for him.

Psychi whimpered as he picked her up, hands still on her breasts on the edge of being so painful. The way he wrapped his arms around her... she could feel him starting to squeeze... more and more. Her moans became less and less sure as the distraction of the sex was waning and the impending dread returned.

Tulio tilted her back and started to squeeze causing her to thrash around him, her walls fluttering around his cock causing him to groan as those tears rolled down her cheeks, "Lord Sydo! Lord Sydo please!" She screamed fearfully as she has seen what an Astartes can do to normal human flesh...

"Tulio." He hissed, "Call me Tulio... moan that out for me!"

"Tulio! Tulio!" She screams trying to moan but she just sobs as she can feel the pressure against her body... she was going to die.

"You say my name so sonorously how I am compelled to listen." He trills to her before tossing her naked body onto the bed in the room . He watches her try to recover but he is upon her swiftly and he plunged his cock back deep into her as once again she feels it dance on the edge of painful but Psychi can't help but moan slightly.

Tulio has been a kind lover... as he is certain she has orgasmed at least 4 times since he started giving her attention. The soft whimpers as his cock gently grinds against her cervix... perhaps he lied a little promising that this time wouldn't hurt... it would hurt a bit... one of his upper arms traps her in a headlock, he watches those eyes look at him with fear.

He promises zoi mou! Just let him breed you right now! You will come to love this! He thinks deliriously as his body suddenly floods with the right cocktail of chemicals and neurons firing. The tip of his cock pushes against the very back of her being... Psychi feels something move inside of her before she feel the pressure and she starts to just scream as it hurts. She claws at those ceremite ridges on his arm holding her, she's thrashing as she feels something move inside of her as Tulio's profane biology goes to work flooding his system with hormones as he lets out a soft groan as he finally releases inside of her.

I can't breathe! Is Psychi's last thought as it's too much for her... the racing of her heart... the painful pressure... his arm around her. She cannot hear the bellowed order from Tulio then the screaming from the "gift" mortals. No she gets no closure... as it all... fade... to ... black.

For the first time in her miserable short life... everything feels quiet... everything feels safe. She can feel sleep languidly pulling away from her but whatever she is on is soft. A gentle clean breeze kisses her cheeks and she can feel a gentle warmth on her skin that feels so comforting like a babe's blanket. She does her best to ignore the gentle light that dances across her eyelids occasionally.

She lets out a contented sigh and feels like all of that hardship... it was all a dream and she was finally dead. Something rustles behind her and a warm voice... strong... assured of itself... but it whispers to her, "Welcome Home." The voice says before gentle kisses are pressed against the back of her neck coaxing her back into the deep slumber. Home... what a funny word to here but if this was home... then she never wanted to leave.

Tulio Sydo Lieutenant of the Tyrannic division of the Traitor Primarch Robute Guilliman's Ultramarine legion... sighed contently watching his new wife, consort, concubine, possession. Return to her sleep as they were back in the Ultramar system and he was back home. He once more pressed kisses to the back of her neck as he thought how she would be modified soon... for now he would just enjoy finally having his zoi mou all to himself. His tail lazily swayed behind him as he closed those grass green eyes of his and trilled contently.

[cherishedrose]

Okay, I see all the Captain Underpants OC’s running around, and I wanna add two OC’s of my own.

They will be Psychics because psychics are cool!

They are both runaways from a top secret evil lab. They are named Tela Kynetic and Sye Kynetic. This is just the backstory, but I will draw them and flesh out their personalities soon.

Tela Kynetic is a teenage Asian Girl who has, you guessed it, Telekinesis. After years of training in the secret evil lab, she can lift and throw objects of various weights with her mind. She initially was the perfect weapon, cold, unfeeling, and obedient.

But that changed when Sye Kynetic was brought in.

Sye was a toddler when he was kidnapped from his poor family, a single black mother down on her luck. For the next few years, he was experimented on, but didn’t develop any ESP powers. He would be horribly abused for it.

Initially, Tela tried to ignore Sye’s cries of pain, but one day, after a brutal training session, Sye was left lying on the ground. He was so still, he was thought to be dead. Tela went to move him, but when she approached, she heard him whimper.

“I’m sorry... I’m such... a failure...” Something in Tela stirred, and she began caring for Sye in secret. She hid Sye in her room, smuggling in meals for him. The two would form a strong sibling bond.

However, after a few months, the head of the lab eventually discovered what Tela was doing, and unhappy with Tela’s actions, demanded Tela end Sye. Tela, naturally, refused, and fought back. Eventually, Tela was overwhelmed by the tech used by the security. But when all seemed lost, Sye let out a scream... and the entire lab shut down. It turns out, Sye developed Technopathy after all. Invigorated by Sye’s display, Tela managed to muster up a second wind, and after a fierce battle, both Psychis escaped by causing the lab to explode.

The two would wonder around America for a few months, Tela using her powers to steal money and food to get buy, until they would settle down in Piqua, Ohio, where a certain superhero wearing underpants lived...

[flute--loops]

a huge list of my OCs cuz why not

2018

Blaire🌈 

Kate🌈

Maya🌈

Meghan🌈

Kirsten🌈

Aurora⚓️

Andromeda⚓️

Lolli🦸🏽‍♀️ 

Frostbite🦸🏽‍♀️

Cascade🦸🏽‍♀️

Sally🎾 

Sammy🎾

Jemma🧚🏻‍♀️ 

Red🎮 

Silver🎮

Mindy🎮

Melanie🎮

Anuja🏫 

Jarrod🏫

Bluejay🦸🏾‍♂️ 

Cardinal🦸🏾‍♂️

2019

Iaera/Ari🧞‍♀️🌎

Reyna/Rey🧞‍♀️🌎

Katherine/Kat🧞‍♀️

Amadea/Amy🧞‍♀️

Sebastian/Seb🧞‍♀️🐸

Devin/Dev🧞‍♀️🌎♠️🐸

Anuja/Jay🧞‍♀️🌎

Genesis/Gen🧞‍♀️

Tommi🧞‍♀️🌎

Obelia🧞‍♀️ 🎮

Death🧞‍♀️🌎

Life🧞‍♀️🌎

Rory🌎

Jason Sanders🌎

Gabbi❔

Stef❔

River❔

Hui❔

Yello🐸

Green🐸

Aiden🐸

Kai🐸

Gil🐸

Tenor🐸

Widget🐸

Oto🐸

2020

Unnamed 1♠️

Unnamed 2♠️

Unnamed 3♠️

Unnamed 4♠️

Venera Psychi🏡 

Azterr Sekmet🏡

Athena Virian🏡

Nayrue Latena🏡

Quinn🧠

Jacquelyn/Jackie🧠

Melanie/Mel🧠

[kit-williams]

I need snuggles from my favorite big sopping blueberry boy. And maybe some forehead kisses.

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tw: Tulio; creepy behavior; yandere behavior

Somehow Tulio had managed to convince his darling Psychoula to stay late again... he was tempting his morals... temping his desires as he was finding it hard to not take things of hers... stealing bits of her clothing to drown in her scent as he relieved himself.

He had been moving with such quiet steps recently to just watch her sleep in that guest room that was taking on more and more of her scent that caused him to grow so dizzy with desire... to touch her soft skin as she slept.

He watched how her eyes opened up as the storm overhead raged... he could hear her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she looked over at Tulio who was just standing in the doorway.

"Did you come to check on me?" She asks softly.

"Yes." He lies never wanting to admit he was working up the courage to feel more of her flesh that night.

He could hear the way her heart pounded in her chest as the storm bellowed overhead and he walked over and picked her up. "Perhaps... perhaps you can stay with me tonight." He says putting his forehead to hers and she nods looking into his grass green eyes.

"I... I don't like storms..." she says as he carries her into his room. Feeling his mouth dry out as the rumble of the storm continues outside.

He watches her breathe in his scent as she wraps herself up in the blankets and he watches and yearns... he eases himself into bed as she looks at him... is it calculated innocence? Thoughtful seduction? Regardless he watches and feels her cooler hand upon his chest. "Lord Tulio..." she whispers.

"Yes zoi mou?" He whispered out watching her lean forward. His hearts slowing to a painful degree without pushing him into some medically induced rest state.

"Thank you for being so very kind to me... I.. " She looks away for a moment before meeting his eyes again with a determined spark before she leans in and kisses him on the lips gently.

The bedsheet rips under his grip before he brings his hands up to gently cup her face as he returned the kiss forcing his desires that shoot straight to his loins to cease. She crawls onto his chest and nuzzles under his chin to which he presses a kiss to her forehead. "Please... keep me safe?"

"Always." He says breathlessly as he watches her eyes close slowly not reacting at all when the next thunderous roar happens overhead and Tulio does his best to keep his hands from wandering that night.

[kit-williams]

Picnic

Male Lead: Tulio Female Lead: Psychi Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/Yandere Space Marine Canon Status: Set after when she gets traded/sold to his buddy and Tulio has started courting... yes its canon until I say otherwise

note: it was a real close race that ended with Tulio, Sirus, and Arkyn/Nakht. Sirus pulling ahead of sweet boy Arkyn at the very end. But I was also informed that I've created one of those super ultramarines the ones with plot armor.

Psychi was doing her best to settle in with her new master... in this new standing. She could tell that there isn't much need of her around which makes her nervous as it makes her wonder why she was bought. She is thankful that she gets to see Lord Tulio far more as she still must think of a way to pay him back for saving her life. Yet every attempt has been thwarted and foiled leaving her more and more nervous as to how she can pay the astarte back.

The grass green eyes that meet her own eyes as she bites her bottom lip... there's been a suspect lack of things for her to do today and what little she can find to do then here comes Tulio. She's far from some young maiden who shirks her duties to go romp around with other youths... "I don't-" Psychi starts.

"And I can get you out of any trouble you would get into." He croons at her softly as he picks her up and steals her away during the early morning rays and she can't help but let out the softest giggle as he spins her in his arms as she looks at the bag of food.

"What's this Tulio?" She asks softly.

"Lunch!" He says happily, "And I have a gift for you!" He says with such a smile in his eyes as she looks up at him with expectations, "Close your eyes." He purrs into her ear and she can't help but shiver at the hot breathe rolling over the shell of her ear. She could feel the weight of something upon her neck and then the tightness of a choker.

She opens her eyes as she rubs her throat feeling the small smooth stone around her neck. "I got you an amber choker! It looks so pretty on you!" She feels her cheeks heat up as she is surprised about the fact that he had gotten such a gift.

"Are you alright?" Tulio says with some concern in his voice.

"Yes I'm just... flustered by the gift. I wasn't expecting such... such a gift." She manages to say.

She yelps once again as she is picked up as he walks to where he wants to spend the day with her. The grassy hill by the stream is a wonderfully warm yet close to shaded spot as Psychi is placed down and their picnic can begin.

Sweet figs and honey mixed with meats and cheeses. Tulio for his part regaled her with poetry and prose... watching her wade into the stream to cool off as the two of them also watch the fish swim by.. and even Tulio catching two for something a bit later as the two of them continue to stay out until the stars start to come out as she and Tulio eat the fish and the remainder of the food that Tulio had brought for them.

She leans against his arm just looking up at the stars as he is talking about the different constellations and also the different campaigns in certain sectors. He pulls her close as she tells him what she knows about the stars, very limited, and stories and tales of what she knows passed down orally as she feels his hands pet her form and her head.

Psychi doesn't even realize she drifts off against Tulio smiling as she listens to his voice drone on and on about something she can't quiet remember but it hardly matters as she feels wanted in this brief moment and once more she hopes she can make it up to him someday.

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